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My pulse went erratic, and my stomach twisted in knots. I furrowed my brows and rubbed my temples.
Xander squeezed my arm. “Hey, I didn’t mean to stress you out.”
“It’s just so wild that I’m involved with court cases.” I trembled.
“Well, let me get you relaxed so I don’t upset your man. Where is his sexy ass?”
“Working today so he can go to the deposition with me tomorrow.”
“Sweet. Parents?”
“Laurence and Ben are giving them the ultimate New York City tour. I believe they’re at the Statue of Liberty today.”
Xander wrinkled his nose. “Why are you not suffering through those tours?”
“Because people recognize me.” I grimaced. “The last thing I want is for my parents to be confronted by some stranger telling them that I’m an escort gold-digger who’s trying to destroy good men.”
Christina Ralls did it at a fancy party in Paris. Even though I wasn’t looking, I knew the press still ran stories about us and social media warriors were weighing in with their judgments. And I didn’t need Mom and Dad recorded saying something to amuse their followers and cause more trouble.
Xander grimaced. “Yeah, fuck that. Those nasty predators deserve all the badness in their lives.”
We walked up the stairs to the large room at the end, where I sent the delivery.
It had a wall of brick that was mostly shelving, and windows that showed the skyline. I’d put in a workstation and sewing machines.
Xander touched the sewing station and looked at the fabric in the cupboards. “I can definitely work here in a pinch.”
“You definitely can. You can also make knit hats.” I showed him the knitting machines and the wall of yarn. The delivery guys finished setting up the mannequins and handed me a clipboard to sign.
I did and handed it back. “Thank you.”
Xander squeezed the yarn spooled on hooks and closed the fabric cupboards, then went to the knitting machines. “Now you’re moving into my territory with accessories. Show me your programs.”
I turned on the computer and monitor and showed him the design programs and tutorials.
“I swear, that man needs a spoiling you intervention.”
“Would you like a drink?” I went to stand by the counter that had an espresso machine and small fridge.
“Now you’re just showing off. Espresso. Merci,” he said with an exaggerated French accent.
“Wyatt teach you that?” I teased and pressed the button to grind the beans.
Xander plopped into one of the oversized chairs by the coffee table. “Maybe. How’s Paul handling having Agata and Darek around twenty-four-seven?”
“You changed the subject. We’re not finished talking about Wyatt. But well, Dad’s told the same joke a few times. Mom’s giving him dirty looks because Paul hasn’t proposed.” I pressed the button for brewing and filled a cup.
Xander snickered and took the cup of espresso. “I love Agata being a momma bear. I think I want something harder. How about we do cocktails?”
“Not for me.”
“Why not?” he asked.
My cheeks warmed, and I grinned.
He gasped and clutched pretend pearls. “Girl, come on.”
“We want to try,” I whispered. It felt like a big secret.
